[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce Chapter 6: Abnormal Freak

Ash's pov ;

I returned to my apartnt, and throughout the way, I was just cursing that bastard. He has really lost his mind.

But when he asked, "How many have you slept with since leaving , huh?"

I couldn't hold myself back from slapping him across the face. His words hurt deeply because he accused of sleeping with no one but my own friend, Noah.

He's just a cheap-minded person. How can he think so poorly of and accuse of having an affair when all along, I was loyal to him and he was the one who cheated on ?

I have never loved soone like I loved him, and still love him. No one can compare to him, not in a million years.

The pain of him thinking so inadequately of makes miserable. And even though we have separated, his words still affect .

I wanted to get rid of this love for him, but it doesn't seem to be happening. And today when our bodies touched, his skin against mine, my heart ached, and desire rushed through .

I hated it. I'm pathetic because I couldn't get over him. I don't understand what part of him I'm so obsessed with that no matter what he does...I can't seem to let him go.

Maybe because only he has the power to ta , only he could keep from completely going insane. A part of that I never want to encounter again.

How can I feel like this, and how can I not forget him when he was so cold to ? He hates and keeps ruining my life, yet my heart is still yearning for him.

Am I even normal? The answer is no. And I'm aware of it.

A knock on the door disrupted my train of thought. When I opened the door, Noah hugged tightly.

"I was so worried about you. Thank god you're okay."

I hugged him back. "Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry."

"I'm sorry, Ash. He forcefully took you away, I tried to stop him but his stupid friend was. That annoying, sly fox wouldn't let go, and then Elijah. He disappeared with you in the club, and I couldn't find you anywhere. I was scared sothing bad happened to you."

I have never seen his face twisting in so much disgust for soone. It didn't seem for Elijah alone. Did sothing happen between him and Elijah's friend?

Oh, I pity his friend then. Because an annoyed Noah could make you wish you were never born. He can be such a handful sotis. I wonder how much that guy suffered from Noah's hands last night.

"It's fine, Noah. Everything's alright. I'm not hurt, I just have a headache."

"That bastard didn't do anything to you...right? Tell everything. I'll kick his ass if he did sothing to you."

He was still cursing Elijah and his friend, but I didn't have the strength to talk about him.

I shook my head, a bitter smile on my lips. "No, nothing happened. I was just drunk, and passed out. So he brought to the hotel, cleaned , and helped to sleep."

Noah's face contorted in disbelief. "Why would he do that? You know that asshole is a monster, right?"

I didn't reply, not knowing what else to say.

"Can you make coffee, please?" I changed the topic. "My head is killing ."

Noah nodded and walked to the kitchen. "Sure."

He ca back soon with coffee and a plate of sandwiches, and set it down on the table in front of the sofa.

"Sit and eat. You must be hungry. I'll check on the news."

I sat on the sofa and picked up the sandwich, taking a bite. I was hungry and the sandwiches tasted good.

"How's the things in the company going on?" I asked and his face drooped.

"Not good after your ex-husband stole all of our clients. But I'm doing my best."

"I'm sorry, Noah."

He waved his hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it. But I have sothing for you. There's a movie announcent party coming up next week. There would be actors and famous directors. I'll try to introduce you to them. So, just be prepared, alright."

As I listened, I suddenly felt a wave of panic rise in my chest. My face must have betrayed because Noah looked at , concern etched on his face. "You okay?"

I forced a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

I couldn't bring myself to tell him how nervous I get whenever I have to et directors due to my past.

Right then, my phone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen. I hesitated but picked up.

"Hello?" It was Samantha. Her voice was snappy, with no preamble. "Listen carefully. Mom is coming back from abroad. And she's going to stay for a while this ti. So co back to the house."

And just like that, she hung up before letting answer.

I sat there, frozen. The news hit like a punch to the gut. Noah noticed imdiately. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle.

"My mom is coming back," I said quietly. The sympathetic look he gave said it all—he understood. Noah knew about my complicated relationship with my mother, and the trauma that ca with it. "I can't deal with her right now."

His sympathetic look grounded again. He had no idea about the full extent of my past, the dark details that still haunt .

"Are you going to stay at your family house?" he asked cautiously.

I shook my head. "No, I'll visit her once, just to be polite. But I can't live there."

I'd rather die than go back to that where everything started.

Mom never treated like her son. She always wanted a girl, and Samantha fulfilled that desire. Samantha was her princess, the one who could do no wrong, while I was the unwanted, unloved child. She lavished love and attention on Samantha, leaving in the cold.

But I always knew why Samantha always hated .

Despite being much younger, I always outshone her academically. From a young age, I was a prodigy. I won maths competitions, and science fairs, and even skipped grades.

My achievents should have made Mom proud, but instead, they only seed to deepen her resentnt. Samantha, too, resented . She couldn't stand that her younger brother was always in the spotlight for his intellect.

But my intelligence ca with a price. I was always considered different from others, abnormal even.

Other kids sensed it and kept their distance. They never invited to play, and never included in their gas. They always laughed at and ignored .

But I never felt upset. Instead of feeling hurt, I felt a burning anger. It consud , filling the void left by my mother's neglect and my sister's jealousy.

I rember the cold, chilling feeling of isolation. The way other kids whispered about , how teachers would look at with a mix of awe and pity.

I was a genius, but I was also a freak. My anger and outbursts, whenever they would co out, were furious and uncontrollable. I would lash out, break things, and scream. It scared people, and pushed them even further away from .

But I never cared. I hated them all equally.

"Why can't you just be normal?" my mother would say. "Why can't you be more like Samantha?"

I never had an answer for her. How could I explain the storm inside , the relentless pressure to be sothing I wasn't?